Pretty Little Angels Pretty Little Angels pretty little angels in the devils lights burning glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous walk past, please, want is all wordless turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you dont mistake the altar for the angel or mistake the price for what my worth is look past lace in the window and rain on the stone Im a saint on the throne in a world of my own and every one thinks that the moment is theirs but Im something beyond what these lights allow me to share Pretty Little Angels make me the story they keep telling sin in the city, the shame they keep selling a soft little scandal that they whisper through drinks why does that disappear as soon as the bulb blinks I come with a name but the night doesnt want it a laugh I keep somewhere this street never catches my whole life folded in the back of my coat under velvet and perfume and a lump in my throat Pretty Little Angels pretty little angels in the devils lights burning glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous walk past, please, want is all wordless turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you dont mistake the altar for the angel or mistake the price for what my worth is and I can be beautiful without being used for fun paid for my time without being owed to anyone stand in the flame, without turning to smoke smile through the glass, still a girl that I know come close with your pity in pieces dress me up as some sad little secret but dont call me lost because I wont leave some cages have keys that you dont see Pretty Little Angels pretty little angels in the devils lights burning glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous walk past, please, want is all wordless turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you dont mistake the altar for the angel or mistake the price for what my worth is these lights fall like a crown on my shoulders the canal runs black as the water gets colder I can hold my shape while the street stares half woman, half myth, but the myth aint theirs Pretty Little Angels pretty little angels in the devils lights burning glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous walk past, please, want is all wordless turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you dont mistake the altar for the angel or mistake the price for what my worth is pretty little angels in the devils lights burning in the devils lights burning Pretty Little Angels © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
